Yep, it’s fine, but it also could blow up in our faces.
“Storm,” Lore growls when he sees me. I feel as if I blinked and I ended up downstairs. That’s disassociation for you.
“Mmhm?” I ask, blinking. I figure he’s going to give me something to do, but instead he fists my hair and pulls my head back.
His lips are soft as he kisses me, and that alone takes me by surprise. Lore Monroe doesn't typically dogentle. Controlling and punishing?
Fuck yes.
But gentle is something he reserves for Marie.
Lore teases me until I moan, opening my lips, and then he’s deepening the kiss to include tongue. While it’s more intense, it’s not his usual kiss.
Finally, he raises his face, appearing both amused and concerned.
“Stop spiraling,” he rumbles. “It’s one shift, and we’ll evaluate how many hours Marie wants to work afterward, okay?”
“Okay,” I sigh, feeling a little better. I didn’t realize my anxiety was hitting so hard.
“You can check in with me as much as you want,” he adds.
“Okay,” I say again, relaxing even more.
“Do you need things to do while you wait for five in the morning to roll around?” Lore asks, his hand still in my hair as he presses his forehead against mine.
“I think I do,” I breathe.
“I’ll text you a list,” he says. “I think Marie might enjoy a progress photo of her bike, don’t you?”
“Don’t bother Ryder on my account,” she says, a smile in her voice. “I bet he hasn’t had a chance to even get the parts in.”
“Our club delivered them to him last week,” Lore chuckles. “You’re right though, I’m sure he hasn’t been able to get much done yet.”
“We put in a free rush for him,” I remember, grinning.
“You two are just as bad as I am,” she says.
“Fuck, I really want you to be able to ride before the first freeze comes in,” I groan. “We’ll be forced to drive the truck when the snow hits. I don’t like to worry about black ice, and that shit is everywhere here.”
“I am perfectly fine waiting,” Marie says with a dainty shrug. “Now, you’re going to make me late. I adore you, but you know I fucking hate that.”
My lips twitch at how many times we’ve had this fight, and I nod as I pull away from Lore.
“I’ll see you when you get back,” I say.
“I’ll have a smoothie waiting for you before your nap,” Wilder adds, leaning against the wall, watching with Ransom.
“Thank you,” Marie says, reaching for her leather jacket, despite having other sweaters.
It makes me happy to see her in it, and then she and Lore are out the door.
Now to keep busy until they get back. Fuck.
Marie
I race into the locker room to change, my heart slamming in my chest. I played it very calmly for everyone’s benefit, but I’m verynervous about this shift. I change into a fresh pair of scrubs, put my things away, and tell myself that my life isn’t batshit crazy.
Even though I’m wearing enough weapons to be Army Nurse Barbie.
